Kharon Ch. 05

Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Following the world-wide crackdown on private Bondage-Dominance-Sadism-Masochism (BDSM) prisons, Kharon found herself sold to Jean's Dungeon, a concrete block of cells in the basement of a private residence. There are three gray Spartan concrete cells, a glistening white prep room, and a dark punishment room. Kharon is aware that there are other girls present, but she is warned not to try and communicate with them.

On day one, Jean and her man lay out the rules. "In this cell there are two objects: your naked body and a large, brown wool blanket. There are no amenities, Kharon, only a hole in the floor where you will defecate, urinate, or vomit as the need arises. You should squat in the 'Cutie' pose when you take care of your needs, so the camera can catch your behavior. Do you understand this so far, girl."

"Yes, Mistress. A girl understands." Kharon answers. She is trembling and shaking in the cold basement air. She longs to ask the use of the blanket, but does not want to challenge the Mistress, especially not in front of the burly man beside her.

"We have a unique system here," Jean explains. "It is based on monotony and sensory deprivation. Your only contact with the world outside your cell is your daily bowl of oatmeal, mixed with protein and fruit, and the Light-Emitting-Diode (LED) button on the Liquid Crystal Display (LCD) box near the door. When there is a client, his preference will be transmitted to each girl's cell. Should she decide to accept the offer, she will be prepped and taken to the punishment room. Should another girl accept first, then she must wait to see if another offer is made. Does a girl understand?"

"I... a girl thinks so," Kharon stammers. There is uncertainly in her voice.

Jean explains further: "For if the LED reads 'bare bottom caning 20 strokes with penalty.' Then a girl can expect twenty cane strokes on her bare buttocks. If she screams or cries out, an uncounted penalty stroke is given. Is it becoming clear now? A girl may elect not to chose an offer, but she may grow bored in her cell. I noticed that you have an IUD. We will activate it to keep you constantly aroused and, by electric shock, keep you from climaxing. You may only experience an orgasm as directed by a paying client."

"Yes, Mistress," Kharon replies.

"Finally, a girl must push the LED button while it is lit. It will go out when either some girl pushes it to accept or it 'times out' after one minute." Jean concludes. "Now a girl is on her own." The cell door slams and locks.

The next morning an offer came across the LCD: "15 Pussy kicks with penalty." No one accepted that deal. Another offer came: "tit caning 10 strokes with penalty." One of the other girls quickly accepted it. Kharon had not experienced the torment of sensory deprivation and monotony. But as the hours passed she realized that her pussy was wet and she could feel a climax approaching. As she was prepared to cum, a strong, high voltage pulse shot through her uterus. She screamed in pain. A few hours later, the insidious device began to arouse her again. When she tried to sleep, she again experienced the degrading arousal.

After three days of silence, Kharon was anxious to hear a human voice and touch human skin. The LCD offered: "30 minute make out, petting, and foreplay." She accepts. Kharon has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Jean and her burly male escort unlock the door to Kharon's cell. They are bringing a clean blanket. As they leave the room, one of the other girls is preparing to scrub the floor. Kharon glances towards her only too be rebuffed by Olaf's baritone voice: "You both will be severely punished if you make eye contact."

This is the first time that Kharon has heard Olaf speak. He speaks with authority.

The two girls ignore each other.

Jean gives some instructions: "We are going to the prep room now, Kharon."

Once there, Jean and her man, Olaf, trim Kharon's fingernails and toenails. Then they shear all the hair on her head, underarms, eyebrows, and bush. Kharon asks why the eyebrows? The only hair untouched are her eyelashes.

Jean explains that it is for hygienic reasons. "Don't worry, girl, I will paint on some eyebrows. But there is much to do. The client is arriving soon."

The two, Jean and Olaf, work feverishly brushing and cleaning Kharon's teeth, administering enemas, and removing the stubble of hair with shaving gel and a safety razor. They then use a laser hair removal to remove those few hairs in her perineum and around her anus. Kharon finds this peculiar.

Disinfecting solution is applied to Kharon. Then she is put in the shower. Lastly, expensive perfume is touched behind her knees and on the nape of her neck. Jean gives some advise: "Give this crusty old curmudgeon a French kiss and a blow job. That will exhaust him. He spends a maximum with us. Keep him happy.

Jean finds Kharon a blond wig. Clients expect their submissive to have head hair as a rule.

Jean and Olaf spread a sheet over the couch in the punishment room. Kharon is dressed in a Japanese schoolgirl outfit. She is cute as a button. They leave as the client, Randy, arrives. Kharon cannot believe what she sees.

He is shriveled and hosting a myriad of geriatric diseases. He is filthy, his head hair is scabby with head lice, fleas, and pubic crabs. His mouth is distorted with festering pus pockets; his breath is foul, worse than a sewer. When he is within three feet of Kharon. The odor of his festering diabetic foot rot is detected. He reeks of gangrene and cadaverine putrescine. Kharon wonders how she will be able to French kiss this diseased octogenarian. Kissing a dead corpse would be easier.

He sits beside her; she puckers up and shuts her eyes. She overcomes her basic human instinct and French kisses this gnarled bag of mostly black water. After a few minutes of stressed osculation, Randy breaks apart and coughs. His cough is more like a death rattle than a healthy cough. He turns his head and spits out some indescribable brown mucus.

Kharon works down and reaches inside his smelly trousers. There are black specks on his legs and ass. She locates his partially erect penis and tries to fluff him. His foul-smelling penis almost makes Kharon vomit. But he comes quickly, as Jean predicted; and, he drifts into a vegetative torpor.

"We need to disinfect you immediately, girl," Jean demands. "Olaf, when Randy leaves, pull that sheet off the couch and burn it. Then sterilize this entire room with Lysol(tm)"

Back in her cell Kharon cries. She misses Taunus, who is probably in jail, and The Club.

After her initial experience with a client, Kharon is hesitant to accept another offer. She is horny and bored. The constant ebb and flow of arousal and denial is taxing on Kharon. She wishes somehow that she could cum.

As time passes, Kharon notices that the pussy kick is reduced from 15 to 10 and to five without penalty. Kharon thinks that this might be an opening. With only five strokes and no penalty, she feels as though she can tolerate it. With hesitation she accepts.

When Jean and Olaf come to fetch Kharon and take her to the prep and later to the punishment room, Jean speaks to Kharon: "You know that you can't back out of this, don't you girl?"

Kharon nods "yes."

"The kick is done with the top of the foot, not the toe, which would injure a girl severely. This is not to say that there is no chance of injury." Jean advises.

"Yes, Mistress," Kharon replies.

Kharon is made to stand in the "Frisk" or "Display" pose. Her hands are behind her head and her legs spread apart. She is blindfolded as she waits for her client. '

The kick master enters. He first checks the girl's blindfold and then parts her legs a bit further apart. He then rubs the laces of his military combat boots on Kharon's vulva. The sensation is not unpleasant to her. Then he kicks her squarely on her exposed, vulnerable, unprotected pussy. She screams and folds down on the mat, grabbing her privates in pain.

The master lifts her back up and positions her again. She doesn't know if she can endure four more kicks to her groin. She musters courage and strength and makes her vulva available. Once again he rubs his boot laces against her vulva. She convulses at the thought of the next kick.

The master is moving something around. She has to wait as the throbbing begins to ebb. Then suddenly, without warning, he kicks her again. She screams and collapses on the floor. Once again he helps her up. As soon as she is positioned, he kicks. Once again she screams and falls. Once again he positions her.

He delivers a final kick and leaves her crying and unable to stand. Jean and Olaf come and carry her back to her cell. Her pussy is bleeding slightly. In a strange way she is grateful for the attention. Recovery will take time. Now, catching the scent of Olaf, Kharon again experiences the irresistible sexual arousal. Jean punches something into her cell phone. "You may cum, Kharon," Jean says. And she did.

Weeks of pent-up denial cause her to climax instantaneously. She strokes her swollen and bruised clitoris as she experiences multiple orgasms.